Dark Sun: The Tyrant of Tyr

Session 40

Drax picks up orsk who looks up to the Dray and gravely says that the tremor they just felt was all too familiar…

Defiling! The wrenching of the stomach and sickening feeling that signalled someone or something nearby was casting a spell, and it was big…

The warriors rush out of the stadium to see what is going on, Frost is first and sees a great plume of smoke coming from top of ziggurat

The fighting continues on the ziggurat as slaves battle their overseers

Frost runs up side of ziggurat closely followed by the others attempting to rally more slaves to take up arms or try to escape. Then he is confronted a templar overseer with a whip who stands in his way, taunting the druid to come forth

solzak and eben attempt to intimidate the mul overseers into fleeing or helping their cause and simultaneously encourage the slaves to make a run for the warrens. Many slaves are able to escape but near equally many are cut down in the process

A group of muls then decide that instead of fighting they would much rather exploit the situation and leave their posts to go looting, much to the ire of their templar commanders

Then, the smoke stops pouring from the ziggurat from the top climb several figures of horror, the belgoi!

Frost hears a distinct ringing in his ears and is unable to stop being drawn towards them as the Belgoi caller stands on top of the ziggurat waving his dark-wood runic staff

Eben and Orsk, afraid of what happened last time the Belgoi showed race up the ziggurat to help frost. Eben faces off against the templar who is still fighting even though bleeding and seriously wounded

eben manages to intervene and prevent frost being drawn in to the centre of the creatures just before the belgoi are joined on the ziggurat by kalak’s necromancers! 7 of the devilish defilers arrive like a procession onto the top of the ziggurat, chanting and uttering necromantic rituals

One of the necromancers fires a blackened bolt at frost, rooting him to the spot and slowing his reactions whilst the next whilst uttering words of the dead flings another arcane bolt, sapping his life energy and bringing him to his knees

Eben rushes in however and screaming at the top of his lungs breaks apart the swarming belgoi, freeing frost from their clutches

The templar however still cackles and tries to blast eben with defiled arcana. Eben is enraged but still manages to dodge the blast completely

Frost, turns around and leaps at the templar, even slowed by the necrotic energies from the spells he is still able to rake across the face of the templar, causing blood to splatter on the slabs below

Jekall, below them on the base of the ziggurat, sees the chaos above but is unable to help as two mul overseers reach the edge of the ziggurat and look down to him smiling and curling their cracked lips. Jekall acts quickly however and, invading both of their minds fools them to thinking he has moved, and quietly slips away into the swelling crowd

By this time some of the crowd have begun to disperse and rioting begins to break out in the streets

Hacking again, more ferociously now Frost scratches another gash in the templars forehead, blood covers his eyes and he stumbles trying to keep his balance. Seeing the opportunity Eben swings his axe around and rips into the templars chest. A sinister smirk crosses the face of the templar at that moment as he gently falls backward and comes crashing to the ground in a splatter of blood

The belgoi take several steps toward Eben and the mighty warrior tenses, ready to block his mind from the torment of the ringing bells. Frost too whirls around to face them…